Poisinet's verses are like spoiled children - loved only by their father..

It is not being deceived, but undeceived, that renders us miserable..

Women give themselves to God when the devil wants nothing more to do with them..

Oh, that was a good time, when I was unhappy. [Fr., Oh c'etait le bon temps, j'etais bien malheureuse.].

Neither coquetry nor love is imbued with discretion..

Oh, that was a good time, when I was unhappy..